Once, I used to be kindof a dumbass in terms of the console wars. I thought wii was better than xbox or ps3, and my dad reserved it at a store as soon as it would come in. This is when they sold like hotcakes, and they were really hard to get. I dreamed I got it, but I actually didn't. I always have happy dreams that end bad, and I once had a really trippy dream that toilets killed people by biting their ass holes off and sucking their blood out. I was 6.

I don't usually remember my dreams, but I remembered a part of one of mine from last night:

I was at a football game, and there was some guy running around with the marching band, doing flips. He does a flip, then loses his balance and flails around on the ground.THEN BOTH OF HIS LEGS BROKE OFF.It was horrifying, even thinking back now. One broke right above the knee, the other one at the upper thigh. He was just crawling around, screaming, as people tried to reattach his legs, which were flailing around still.They kept putting the legs back, and he would be able to walk for like a second, then they would just crumble beneath him.

The night before last I had a dream that I had traveled to a world where a brutally-oppressed serf class was fomenting rebellion against their wizard overlords. Naturally I was omnipotent (as I just about always am in dreams), but instead of helping the rebels or fighting the oppressors I just went around finding serfs who weren't part of the rebellion and ruining their shit. I guess I was irritated by the insufficiently insubordinate.

Last night I had a dream that I lived in a future world where every day, a random citizen was chosen for open hunting season. From that moment forward, all the other humans and robots in the city would try to kill you on sight. Naturally I was chosen immediately, but what they didn't realize was that I was the goddamn Batman, so I just laughed. After fucking up their shit and high-fiving Alfred extensively for a few weeks, I discovered that Ra's al Ghul had been behind my selection, so I ruined his financial holdings by utilizing my extensive wealth in currency manipulation to crash the Canadian economy.

Natalya wrote:What's that? I can't hear you over the sound of how banned you are.

I had some really weird-ass nightmares when I was six or seven. One was in my house, except the inside was a different house, and there were these two double-ended spoons. Then we (me and some people I knew) put the spoons together and they made a tornado. We ran out the house and the tornado couldn't get out, then we waited until it disappeared and we did it again. This happened several times, until I think I got stuck behind the screen door with the mini-tornado bearing down the hall at me.

Another one was with the couch from my living room, with a canopy that never existed attached on top, and some weird slide thing. Everything was splattered with red splotches. Then a volcano erupted under the slide thing and I think I ran...?

When I was very young, I had a recurring dream where I would run from Sheepshead Bay to my house in about two blocks via a shortcut through some guy's backyard. The backyard had a dog in it, and either the dog would bark and I would wake, or I would reach the house and wake.

Sheepshead Bay is miles from my house. Did I not discover Google Maps until I was 10 or so?

I remember having a dream when I was little of standing in the backyard, watching massive amounts of lava pour down the street (and no, we don't live near a volcano).

More recently, I had one where I was sitting at a desk in my high school ROTC classroom (I knew that was where I was, even though it didn't look anything like the real one). Someone who was not in ROTC at the time (but, ironically, later joined) was sitting in front of me, and in all the other desks around me were these short, Mexican-looking people with switchblades. I WAS IN FEAR FOR MY LIFE. (please note, I'm not trying to offend any Mexicans who may be in this forum. My subconscious is a messed up place. Besides, if you're easily offended, you probably wouldn't still be looking at this forum anyway.)

This should be in the Rulebook somewhere:

"Any problem on earth can be solved with the careful application of high explosives"
-Valkyrie (the movie)

I'm currently almost at the end of my vacation, with just under 24 hours left, and so I have been sleeping often lately, and as a result, dreaming more often.

Just now, I dreamt I was a certain internet celebrity(GaLm) and spoke with his voice, though at the time I knew it not.I was in a house with 6 other men, and children. One of these men was injured, and so we aided him as we could, and propped him up on a bed, and we watched some movies. Most of these were fine, but one was strange and horrible, and so I retired to my bed, which was in a room very much like my own, but with the addition of an alarm clock on my dresser (it looked just like the one from Project Zomboid). I grew restless, and donned a green shirt, and fought demons.

In another, I was a disembodied spirit, who browsed the Brikwars forums, then woke.